Nine Princes In Amber

"Take it and give it to Eric," he repeated.

I tried to strike at him, but my chains were drawn tight. I was struck again.

I stared at the high sharp peaks.

"Very well," I finally said, and reached for it.

I held it in both hands for a moment then quickly placed it on my own head and declared, "I crown me, Corwin, king of Amber!"

It was removed immediately and replaced upon the cushion. Several blows fell upon my back. There came a murmuring throughout the hall.

"Now pick it up and try it again," said Julian. "Take it and hand it to Eric."

Another blow fell.

"Okay," I told him, feeling my shirt grow wet.

This time I hurled it, hoping to put out one of Eric's eyes.

He caught it in his right hand and smiled down at me as I was beaten.

"Thank you," he said. "Now hear me, all you present, and those of you who listen in Shadow. I assume the crown and throne this day. I take into my hand the scepter of the kingdom of Amber. I have won the throne fairly, and I take it and hold it by the right of my blood."

"Liar!" I cried, and a hand was clapped over my mouth.

"I crown myself Eric the First, King of Amber."

"Long live the King!" cried the nobles, three times.

Then he leaned forward and whispered to me, "Your eyes have looked upon the fairest sight they will ever hold.... Guards! Take Corwin away to the smithy, and let his eyes be burnt from out his head! Let him remember the sights of this day as the last he might ever see! Then cast him into the darkness of the deepest dungeon beneath Amber, and let his name be forgotten!"

I spat and was beaten.

I fought every step of the way, but was taken forth from the hall. No one would look upon me as I went, and the last thing I remember was the sight of Eric seated upon the throne, pronouncing his blessing upon the nobles of Amber, and smiling.

That which he said was done to me, and mercifully I fainted before it was finished.

I have no idea how much later it was that I awakened within absolute blackness and felt the terrible pains within my head. Perhaps it was then that I pronounced the curse, or perhaps it had been at the time that the whitehot irons had descended. I don't remember. But I knew that Eric would never rest easy upon the throne, for the curse of a prince of Amber, pronounced in a fullness of fury, is always potent.

I clawed at the straw, in the absolute blackness of my cell, and no tears came. That was the horror of it. After a time-only you and I, gods, know how long-sleep came again

When I awakened. there was still the pain. I rose to my feet. I measured off the dimensions of my cell. Four paces in width, five in length. There was a lavatory hole in the floor and a straw-tick mattress in a corner. The door contained a small slot at the bottom, and behind it there was a tray which held a stale piece of bread and a bottle of water. I ate and I drank, but I was not refreshed.

My head ached so, and there was nothing of peace within me.

I slept as much as I could, and no one came to see me. I awakened and crossed my cell and felt for food and ate it when I found it. I slept as much as I could.

After seven sleeps, the pain was gone from out my eye sockets. I hated my brother who was king in Amber. Better he had killed me.

I wondered at the popular reaction, but could not guess.

When the darkness reached as far as Amber, however, I knew that Eric would have his regrets. This much I knew, and this comforted me.

Thus began my days of darkness, and I had no way of measuring their passage. Even if I had had eyes, I could not have distinguished day from night in that place.

Time went on its way, ignoring me. There were occasions when I broke into a sweat over this and shivered. Had I been there months? Only hours? Or weeks? Or had it been years?

I forgot all about time. I slept, I paced (I knew exactly where to place my feet and when to turn), and I reflected upon things I had done and hadn't done. Sometimes I would sit cross-legged and breathe slowly and deeply, and empty my mind and keep it that way for as long as I could. This helped-thinking of nothing.

Eric had been clever. Although the power lived within me, now it was useless. A blind man ca

My beard had grown down to my chest and my hair was long. I was always hungry at first, but after a time my appetite waned. Sometimes I grew dizzy when I stood up too rapidly.

I could still see, in my nightmares, but this hurt me even more when I awakened.

Later, though, I felt somewhat distant from the events which had led up to this. It was almost as though they had happened to a different person. And this, too, was true.

I had lost a lot of weight. I could visualize myself, pallid and thin. I couldn't even cry, though I felt like it a couple of times. There was something wrong with my tear ducts. It was a dreadful thing that any man should be brought to this.

Then one day there came a light scratching upon the door. I ignored it.

It came again, and still I did not respond.

Then I heard my name whispered, in the interrogative.

I crossed the cell.

"Yes?" I replied.

"It's me, Rein," he said. "How are you?"

I laughed at that.

"Fine! Oh just fine!" I said. "Steak and champagne every night, and dancing girls. God! You should make the scene sometime!"

"I'm sorry," he said, "that there is nothing I can do for you," and I could feel the pain in his voice.

"I know," I said.

"I would if I could," he told me.

"I know that, too."

"I brought you something. Here."

The little gate at the bottom of the cell door creaked slightly as it swung inward several times.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Some clean clothes," he said, "and three loaves of fresh bread, a head of cheese, some beef, two bottles of wine, a carton of cigarettes, and a lot of matches."

My voice caught in my throat.

"Thanks, Rein. You're all right. How did you arrange this?"

"I know the guard who's standing duty this shift. He won't talk. He owes me too much."

"He might try to cancel his debts by squealing," I said. "So don't do it again-much as I appreciate it. Needless to say, I'll dispose of the evidence."

"I wish it had turned out different, Corwin."

"You and me both. Thanks for thinking of me when you were ordered not to."

"That part was easy." he said.

"How long have I been in this place?"

"Four months and ten days," he said.

"So what's new in Amber?"

"Erie reigns. That's all."

"Where's Julian?"

"Back in the Forest of Arden with his guard."

"Why?"

"Some strange things made it through Shadow recently."

"I see. How about Caine?"

"He's still in Amber, enjoying himself. Wenching and drinking, mostly."

"And Gerard?"

"He's admiral of the entire fleet."

I sighed with a bit of relief. I was afraid his withdrawal during the naval engagement might have cost him something with Eric.

"And what of Random?"

"He's up the hall aways."

"What? He was taken?"

"Yes. He walked the Pattern in Rebma and showed up here, with a crossbow. He wounded Eric before he was taken."

"Really? Why wasn't he slain?"

"Well, rumor has it he's married a noblewoman of Rebma. Eric didn't want to court an incident with Rebma at this point. Moire has quite a kingdom, and there is talk that Eric is even considering asking her to be his queen. All gossip, of course. But interesting."

"Yes " I said

"She liked you, didn't she?"

"Somewhat. How did you hear?"

"I was present when Random was sentenced. I got to speak with him for a moment. The Lady Vialle, who claims to be his wife, has asked to join him in prison. Eric is not yet certain how to reply."

I thought upon the blind girl, who I had never met, and I wondered at this.